Chapter 1: The Voice in the Dark
I've always felt alone. Not because I don't have a loving family or friends, but because something's missing.
"Maybe it started when I lost her…"
"I should've saved her."
These voices won't stop, even though I don't know who she is.
Wait—do I have schizophrenia?
Ugh. Just sleep. Please, sleep.
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Finally, calm. I was drifting off when I heard it.
"Oliver!"
My eyes snapped open. Heart pounding. That wasn't my voice.
Who the hell called me?
AHH—my head!
This wasn't a normal headache. It felt like an axe splitting my skull—over and over.
I tried to open my eyes… nothing.
Am I dying?
Wait... Could it be an angel calling my name? Heaven, here I come! But... what if it's Satan?
I forced my eyes open, desperate to see where I was headed. Heaven or hell—just show me already.
But my brain didn't cooperate. My vision was foggy.
After struggling, I finally managed to open them. Barely.
Blurred shapes. Dim light.
Not heaven or hell.
It was... a house? No.
Wooden walls, dim bulb overhead. Not modern. More like an old hut.
This didn't feel like Earth.
Maybe... Another world?